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letra de tundra - jasxn

i evolve different
i’m not to blame, i got awe gifted
i’m raw to the bone, but its all frigid
frozen and history rewritten

by the victors, they worried bout winning
i’m focused on truth, pass it down to my kin
and i’m running from issues, the glacier is chilling
and hoping generations take in they’re k!lling

the virtue of my solidarity isn’t to scoff at
bury my corpse at the salt flats
bundle the flowers within my casket
keep out the rats and the cold wrath
drown out and fumigate all that my fate awaits
finish my life in a blood bath
ring up my wrist, the icicle sticks
now that i live in a flashback

empty canvas with the white paint
label insecurities my mind creates
reverse motion in my current state
mile long line at the fathers gate

i wake up at dawn in the forest that stunted my dreams
sheets of reality tearing at layers that make up my seams
wade in the frozen abyss, i’m watching the ripples that flow
toy with the essence of fallen carnations that reek down below

are you from the unknown? you ain’t
so don’t be acting like your life ain’t commonplace
you’re a normal person man, we all have issues
don’t make you any special under these conditions

red wrist, blue veins
make it all grey with the froze cuts
neck chains, balmains
blow a stack out on the worthless
penny change, f-ck wage
get my life in the straight away
foot down, wrist fl!ck
end it all quick with the cliche
the milky way bows before me
i’m the serpent of the stars, esprit cannot foresee
esper cannot agree, on the avalanche
that causes the death of many people within my reigning grasp

i evolve different
i’m not to blame, i got awe gifted
i’m raw to the bone, but its all frigid
frozen and history rewritten

by the victors, they worried bout winning
i’m focused on truth, pass it down to my kin
and i’m running from issues, the glacier is chilling
and hoping generations take in they’re k!lling
the virtue of my solidarity isn’t to scoff at
bury my corpse at the salt flats
bundle the flowers within my casket
keep out the rats and the cold wrath
drown out and fumigate all that my fate awaits
finish my life in a blood bath
ring up my wrist, the icicle sticks
now that i live in a flashback

- jasxn

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